The House

The house looked a bit different in reality than it did in her dreams. The siding was dull and the roof at a slightly different angle, but the feeling she got when she looked at the house in the mostly empty lot was the same way she felt when she woke up from her dreams, for that one fleeting instance between asleep and awake.

Her heart ached. She needed to go inside the house, see if what she was feeling was real or some sort of vivid hallucination. She walked around all four walls. There seemed to be no way inside. With a heavy sigh, she sat right on the grass, her dress billowing and settling out around her.

This house, it had to mean something, had to be the catalyst to change her life. But how would she ever know if she couldn't get inside?